Damage

A Poem by Laurenm

Fragile to touch the power colour
of crimson red.
Glistening, gleaming, glowing;
Capturing the surrounding light.

Inhaling droplets,
contrasting colours of red and green
the stalk thirsty for recognition
- for affection.

Revenge so bitter,
thorns like knives.
Ready to cut
ready to protect

the petals delicate flesh
Vulnerable like a wound
It's outer beauty
healing the knifes cut.

Leaves like veins,
pumping blood to the surface,
The cheeks blush
from constant admiration.

Starting with beauty
ending with regret
as the greed to have
damages the takers.

Blood dripping
from the flesh of each petal,
circling ripples
into a pool below.

Each droplet rolling
Down each cheek,
vulnerable and weak,
damaging the delicate face.

Petals fall,
Shedding like skin.
But not from sun burn
Does the flesh erode

- but death. Even when protected,
Like young children:
Growing, experiencing,
until earths time decays all.